This was a twitter reply about our Mario Brothers list. Please give @dansterlace a follow - this guy obviously knows his stuff. There are some guys I missed for sure.

First off, there was no actual hate toward your list. I was just marking out my love for the Blarg. My humble opinion for a top 10:

10.) Buzzy Beetle - What's that? Oh, it's just the same thing as a Koopa Troopa. Except that it's invincible (except to another kicked Buzzy Beetle, the way diamonds are only able to be scratched by other diamonds). Have fun with that fire flower, spitting it in vain.

9.) Piranha Plant - Turned every pipe into a game of Russian Roulette. The variety is what sets these apart, because they came up with various ways to make them kill you.

8.) Boss Bass - Fuck that guy. Just when you think it's safe to go back in the water, this asshole eats you. Then you're dead, just like that. Swimming suddenly became a full 2 minutes of panic.

7.) The Sun - Hi. I'm The Sun. I'm going to terrify you and try to fuck up your face for THE ENTIRE LEVEL. And when you think you've killed me, you're dead wrong. Because I come back, bitch.

6.) Dry Bones - When he first showed up in Super Mario Brothers 3, he frustrated so many people because they had no idea how to defeat them. Nintendo had to nerf them in later games so that they made levels passable. Not to mention they're my favorite team augmentation in Mario Strikers Charged because of their balance. They have a nasty knack for reassembling at the absolute worst time to screw you over. Did I mention they're just about invincible?

5.) Blarg - BLARG!!! BLAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGG!!! C'mon! He lives in fucking LAVA! You're riding a rickety little log in the middle of a river of lava and then suddenly this son of a bitch surfaces like an orca and tries to eat you with that dopey expression on his face, and even if you clear the jump to get over him you've got to then land back on the stupid log. The worst part is when you die, his cross-eyed expression stays on the screen, taunting you worse than the dog in Duck Hunt!

4.) Lakitu - Spiny isn't but so bad. But this guy is a Spiny generator, and he has infinite ammo. And just when you think you've got him cornered, just when you think you can steal his ever-prized cloud, he pops one out while you're mid-jump.

3.) Cheap Cheap - Listen. I know what you're thinking. "Really? They're not so bad." They are flying. Goddamn. Fish. They are fish that hurl themselves through the air in an attempt to kill you, and they don't let walls or floors or lava or lack of a third dimension stand in their way. And when they show up, there's an entire goddamn army of them, coming from all directions. They're horrifying.

2.) Hammer Brothers - One reason. World 8 - 3. I can't count how many times these guys made me hurl my controller in a rage as I had to restart the entire game. Later games had them flying on winged platforms and hitting the ball harder than other Strikers players...but they absolutely hit their peak of hatred in Super Mario Brothers and World 8 - 3.

1.) Phanto - Nobody blames you guys for leaving Phanto off the initial list. That's because everybody tries very hard to forget he even exists. The worst part of this guy is as soon as you saw the key in Super Mario Brothers 2, you knew what was coming. Then you'd scope out the length to the exit, the places you could ditch that key just to make him leave. Let me state that again...this thing was so fucking terrifying that it made Mario (or Toad, Luigi, or the Princess) throw away their objective just so that it would leave them alone. You can't kill it. You can't stop it. You can only run as this unbelievably horrifying, smiling clown-mask face revolves around you until it circles in for the kill.

These shows were all gone before their time, I miss them and I want them back. I will not regard the financial impact of bringing these shows back to TV, or the schedules of the actors my demands will be met.

Again, this was impossible to pick just 10. I had a good idea to what I wanted and eventually turned into what you see below. I can't speak for Ian completely, but Andy to me, is my primary inspiration for anything creative I do. I feel like I'm doing his career an injustice by marginalizing it with only 10 pieces of his entire body of work. I will describe what each scene means to me to the best ability my inadequate mind can explain the spectrum of his genius.

1. The Dating Game

From what I understand Andy was not well known to the public, but he was doing his "foreign man" skit on SNL, The Tonight Show, and right before his stint with Taxi. He registered under the name, Baji Kimran and acted like a real contestant. He would not break character for anyone, which made this one of the funniest things I have ever seen. When he said he would ask Santa for "Food" I always laugh.

2. Fridays Assault

Friday's was a rip-off of the wildly popular Saturday Night Live show in the late 70's. This was a trend that Andy would have a joke ready for everyone (including the actors) and not tell anyone but his confident Bob Zumuda. The skit was supposed to have the couples be "high" while trying to enjoy dinner. It doesn't take long before any breaks character, and refuses to do the skit. Keep in mind NO ONE knew Andy was going to do this until after it was done.

Then he apologized after wards. There is no man on Earth who can deadpan a depressing semi-true story about his career, and make people laugh. The audience clearly had no idea what was real and what was fake anymore.

3.The Slap

This could be a post by itself, but the story is that Jerry Lawler and Andy concocted a scheme to do another "unplanned routine" on the David Letterman Show. When Andy took to wrestling, he struck up a feud with The King of Tennessee mocking him for months, and never backing up his words with any action. Finally, Lawler got his hands on Andy hitting him with 2 "illegal piledrivers" leaving him in a neck brace. Andy threatened a law suit that received national attention. Dave saw TV gold so he got both men on the show to explain the controversy. Again the only two in on the joke was Lawler, and Andy. The joke wasn't revealed for years later right before Andy's death.

4. Congas

This was a phase he went through after Taxi, doing whatever the hell he wanted to. No one knows why he played a Conga session besides Andy, besides that he just could. There is some debate whether he was really slipping into mental illness, or just pushing the envelope to what people will pay for. I have to give him credit, the crowd seemed to love it.

5. Tony Clifton

Tony was Andy's alter-ego. This from what I understand is a true story adapted for the movie "Man on the Moon" since it was not filmed only retold by the people involved. Tony was the polar opposite of Andy, and during the height of Taxi's popularity Andy re-negotiated his contract in include a part for Mr. Clifton for an episode. This was the character's debut, and people took it as Andy being Andy, but as you can see Andy and Tony throughout their whole respective careers denied all knowledge of eachother.

6. Andy serenades Lawler

This was the pinnacle of Andy's wrestling career where Andy stopped wrestling women, and turned his attention to Jerry Lawler. Andy always would work the mic for 10 mins for 1 min of ring work. This particular part makes me laugh everytime. I love the point to where the song degenerates into silly noises.

7. The Idiot

This came up on YouTube randomly. I never knew this existed until last night when searching for Kaufman clips. Upon reading more, some people credit this to some of the first hidden camera pranks ever conceptualized. Of course, no one knew what Andy was doing besides the cameraman. Love it.

8. Friday II

After the wounds were healed from the first chance on being on the show, they could not deny the buzz he created. The asked him to host the whole show, and Andy (revenge) became the worst host ever, the way only he knows how. Again, this was decided upon by Andy himself and no one else.

9. Andy Burnt Out

Once replicated a few years ago, by Jaoquin Phoenix, Andy came on the show disheveled and determined to be the worst guest ever. From the snot on his nose, to nothing to talk about, to the sad monologue this is one of Andy's most memorable/disturbing guest spots ever. Again, only Andy can make an audience laugh out of sheer uncomfortable nervousness.

10. SNL Audition Tape

What I love about this is that it's awful. Andy was not even a blip on the map yet, but he did it his way. He didn't do his popular forgein man/elvis combo that was tearing up the Impov club, he did this. Why? Because he wanted to. If he would have made the SNL cast back in the original line-up there is no telling where his career would have went. I would have to guess that on-the-fringe was where he liked it.

If you have on a white T (Seriously, white. Not dingy with pit stains!) and jeans, you’re good. You can’t go wrong with this look. It’s fresh and clean looking. No V-necks. I don’t dig that shit. Add a gold chain and a cigarette and you look like a weekend at Matthew Barnaby’s house.

9. You Can Drive a Stick

Real men drive a stick. Period.

8. Hot and sweaty from work or a workout

Standing around sweating for no reason other than you have issues with your glands or you are completely unhealthy is disgusting. But there is something so primal and sexy about a man with a flushed face and sweat dripping off of him because he just finished working out, was working outdoors, or was playing sports. (A smudge of dirt on your face doesn’t hurt. Just sayin!)

7. Ginger Beards

Scruff in general is unreal. Don’t be afraid of some brush burn, ladies. It’s like a love tap to the face. Embrace it. Dark hair or blonde with ginger sprinkled in the beard is game over. I give you exhibit James Neal.

6. Backwards Hats

There is something boy-like and innocent about a guy in a backwards hat. Backwards fitted hats, to be precise. You score huge if it is a Pittsburgh Pirates hat. No one cares about 19 losing seasons. Their gear is incredible. I’ll exhibit James Neal one more time. Ok two. First is the perfect example of the classic Buccos fitted hat (which also comes with a hoodie. Hoodies are hot. Count it.). The second, a clear example of how to wear a fitted hat and make it look damn good!

5. Glasses

Lose the contacts and show us you’re not perfect. Add the backwards hat for bonus points. This look is raw and honest. Pair this with a white t shirt and jeans for a K.O.

Arron Asham knows how to wear glasses.

Dan Bylsma shows that a fedora works just as well as a backwards hat with glasses and is enough to make any girl completely weak in the knees.

Dan’s hotness factor is increased by his scar, which we know came from a hockey injury, unlike Guy Boucher, who’s scar for all we know is courtesy of a hooker who shanked him.

4. Cooking on a Grill

I don’t care if you can make baked Alaska. Stand over the grill where you belong. Yeah, I can be sexist too. I’ll let you marinate the chicken if it makes you feel good.
This man may not be sexy, but he knows his role. And it’s the Winter Classic and he is a Pens fan, so he at least gets consideration.

3. Brush the Hair From My Face and Follow Through With a Kiss

Wanna drive a girl out of her mind wild? Pull this move: Caress her face and look into her eyes. Brush the stray strands of hair from her face, trailing your fingers down to her chin. Now, the finisher. Gently tilt her face up and kiss. Not sloppy porno style. Don’t choke the shit out of her with your tongue. Soft, yet passionate.

Be aware dudes, this move will ONLY work if you actually like the girl. You cannot fake this. Don’t even bother if you’re not totally into her. It won’t work and then you look like a jackass.

They don’t always work. Some tats are damn ridiculous. But if you do them right, fuckin hot. Oh and attention Pittsburgh athletes: You use the same tattoo artist that I have been using since before you were legally allowed to touch a stick shift. It is NOT sexy to know that I can take the pain and you squirm like a pussy.

What NOT to do, exhibit Mike Green:

How to rock tats, exhibit Travis Barker:

It also helps Travis that he plays drums.

1. Strong Hands

Ugh. Strong hands. Oh. My. God. A little bit of callous goes a long way, boys. Maybe it’s from gripping a hockey stick or baseball bat. Maybe it’s from pounding nails into walls all day. I don’t care, as long as the callous isn’t some strange reaction to days on end of masturbating to Miley Cyrus’ embarrassing excuse of a sex tape.

An ostensibly unpretentious look at the world of beer (aside from the use of the word "ostensibly").

Chimay Grand Reserve
During Paul's trip to Chicago, I kept him as drunk as possible. The pinnacle was when, after an entire day of drinking, all Paul could think about was going to the store around the corner and getting this fantastic brew. He stumbled through aisles but somehow found his way directly to the bottle he was looking for. Normally, Belgians are not a favorite of mine (the beers, the beers... I've never met a Belgian human) but I have to agree that this is perfectly drinkable/drinkworthy and actually leaves you wanting more. The fact that Paul lost a bet and had to pay didn't hurt matters.

Southern Tier Cuvee #2
Paul lives near Southern Tier and as a special treat, he took me to their brewery for a tour. There was no tour on that day, but they were still serving beer. We had at least two glasses of this thick malty delight on top of sampling the other taps. I wish we could remember more to tell you here. Important Note: Neither one of us took the wheel after enjoying our day here.

Yuengling (v Rolling Rock)
It's very fashionable these days to disparage RR as corporate pisswater since they were purchased by the A-B conglomo-magnate, but it's a solid go-to cheap beer. Of course, its main competitor for any Westerner's affections is that other green bottle, Yuengling, which is a little darker, a little fuller, and only a little pricier. Both are solid and both are the perfect starting point for a fun evening.

Delerium Tremens
Now, I hate adding the suffix -able to any word just to make it an adjective...and i hate the cop-out word "drinkable" when describing beer, as if some beer is so disgusting it can't even pass the lips without instantly inducing vomit--for the record, barleywine is sort of like that for me. So let me explain what i mean. When I say drinkable, I mean that it isn't the kind of beer that comes in a snifter, but also doesn't come in a keg. You are quite aware that you are not drinking a shitty ballpark beer, but you don't have to sit back and describe the notes of each sip to your cross-eyed, cross-legged date. So... Delerium is award winning etc., etc... Highly drinkable, highly rewarding. It has a distinctive taste that is balanced without being middle of the road. Worth the buzz.

Lionshead
A locally brewed, narrowly distributed 12er does not have to be a handcrafted 200 yr old recipe. Lionshead is the exception. A college mainstay, mostly for the price (still under $15 for a case) and the word puzzle (it's called a rebus, kids), but I first drank this as a $2 Mystery Selection at St. [Someone's] Pub on 17th Street on the South Side, and really believed it was some obscure craft beer. I think that proves some sort of point.

Lion Stout
The most obscure this list will get. I had this once in a bottle from the cooler at the now defunct Palate Bistro (from which it's "alleged" I stole dozens of bottles of wines and liquor) and once (or twice, or several times) on draft from the world famous D's Six Pack & Dogz. It was equally delicious both times. Heavy on the tongue but not in the stomach.

Samuel Smith's Oatmeal Stout
The perfect beer? I've only ever had it in bottles, but it's always at the top of my list, especially if I am attempting to impress a fresh legal drinker and expand his/her-izons. There's the cliche about Guinness that the factory tour will turn you off their imported bottles forever. The beer is apparently so fresh, so much more flavorful and vibrant that the bottled version tastes stale and flat. I imagine if I drank a fresh pint of Mr. Smith's flawless brew, my insides would melt.

Dogfish 60 minute
First time I drank this was for $3 pints at the Cage (and that wasn't even on special--try to get that deal anywhere now). This was literally 5 years ago. Dogfish was starting to be more widely distributed and this is their flagship beer. Since then, they've expanded to at least 8 varieties that I've tried. My favorite memory is drinking this in the far back booth at the cage with 2 girls who were exactly the same dame and apparently competing to see who could lead me on. Later in the night, I gave one a piggy back ride... all the way home.

Great Lakes Burning River
They are based in Cleveland... ... ... Okay, now that we got that out of the way, if you have never bought their variety pack, do it. Now. If you have ever bought it, you know each of those 4 beers are something special, which makes this quite a toss up. Burning River gets the gold, though, because it tastes exactly like its name. The first sip is almost some sort of initiation rite. While the Eddy, the Ness, and the Dorty are all exemplary of their particular variety, Burning River is exceptionally unique, and just two will make you loose enough to take your open mic showmanship to that nextuh levellllllllaaaaahhhhhhhhhh......

Samuel Adam's Cherry Wheat
I still remember serving a five course tasting dinner hosted by a Pgh Sam Adams rep. Of course we made sure we set aside some extras for ourselves... it is sort of what waiters do, but never at the customer's expense. The Cherry Wheat is no doubt the most interesting specialty (i.e. Not the original lager) they have. Unlike all their other beers, this one does not leave me with the distinct impression that they had way too too much hops left over and just tossed it all into the other brewing tanks. Cherry Wheat is refreshing, and not syrupy at all. Great job!

Honorable mention: Franziskaner Weissbier
My first ever legally purchased beer, at the Bloomfield Bridge Tavern, with a Polish platter watching the Inseams. Little did I know that's the best my life would ever get. I do not recall ever drinking this beer since. [(un)Interesting side note: I only ever drank twice as an underager.]

When Ian, and I were younger, He-Man was the alpha and omega of entertainment for us. We had a huge collection accumulated after scribing strange names ending with -or, and -man suffixes on birthday lists for years. The list below is in no particular order, and some of these we owned, and some I wish I had owned. I am going to post the entire wiki description below them, because someone with tons more dedication that me did an amazing job with their story, origin, powers ect. it's interesting as hell.

Trap-Jaw was Skeletor's left-hand man (get it?) working hand-in-hand with Beastman to carry out Skeletor's handy-work. We owned Trap-Jaw and he was just nasty looking. We lost most of his arm attachments, so his empty hole was a flamethrower, and his mouth once was used to decapitate Man-E-Faces in an epic Enternian battle that was held in our family basement.

Man-E-Faces was pretty incredible as far as sidekicks go. I thought he was alot better choice for He-Man than that mustachioed fuck Man-At-Arms. We had Man-E-Faces, but his leg was unfortunately snapped off in a horrible mishandling from one of us. We tried to repair him with masking tape but to no avail. He was relegated to guarding Castle GreySkull in the orange throne while the rest of the warriors warred in the carpeted fields of our basement.

We never owned Zodak, but I loved him due to the fact that he was not good, or bad. He was the even up guy, Ric Flaring anyone who got the upper hand in the good v. evil battle. He made very rare appearances in the He-Man cartoon, but when he did they were profound. No clue why he refuses to wear pants. and has webbed feet.

Buzz-off was another fringe He-man character. He was hyped big time, but never made it to the big show. We owned the figure, and I was fascinated with the awesome yellow wings he had. Plus what sold him was a poster that came in Masters of the Universe magazine, it was so bad ass.

Moss-Man is easily one of the most popular He-man character in existence. He was just a green Beast-Man, but he was scented with something magical. I could not get enough of that wonderful smell. His green fuzz depleted over time, but the smell remained. We gave Moss-Man super strength when fighting, since it wasn't really clear what his purpose in the Eternian world.

Stink-Or "The Evil Master of Odors" was another incredible character who never saw the light of day for the He-Man cartoon. I also loved the smell, which I learned later on in life was "patchouli oil". Stink-or never really got much action on the battlefield in our world, since we thought his power was too advantageous.

Faker was just a blue He-Man with Skeletor armor. We used him as a giant asset in the He-Man/Skeletor war. Faker was the tide-turner when our dramtic battle became too one-sided. Faker was used as Skeletor's trump card to murder most of He-Man's sidekicks.

Tri-Klops was maybe hispanic with three awesome eyes, all which we made shoot lasers. Tri-Klops was used in our wars as a main soldier on the evil side, using his lasers to kill all the minor players on the good side.

We never owned ScareGlow since he was one of the very last characters made for Masters of the Universe collection. It was considered long "over the shark" when this badass hit the shelves. Once the surge of He-Man returned after the live movie, ScareGlow was no where to be found. It was all about the Horde, and the Movie figures. I really wish we would have snagged him when we had the chance.

Mosquitor could very possibly be the last He-Man character we bought. He was undeniably evil, with "real" blood inside of his chest. We had Mosquitor straight murder people during our battles. The blood was able to be pulsated by a button in his back, so when he would stab people with his face, we would simulate him drinking blood from his victims. He was a huge asset to Skeletor when he would battle He-Man

These are not the greatest moments in Penguins history, but they very well could be. All of these stories have some fondness for me, and I will try and recall as best as I can what I was feeling for these moments. It was so hard just to pick 10, but these are the ones that stick out in my head.

1.

In the salary cap era NHL it was so improbable for a team to make it to the Stanley Cup Finals consecutively. The Penguins, and Red Wings did just that. The Penguins came back from absolutely insurmountable odds by beating the Flyers, Capitals, and dominating the Hurricanes to make it to the Cup Finals.The Red Wings were last year's champion, and handled the Pens the year previously with precision and efficiency. I was on the phone with cXnX co-founder Ian Clomenty during the final few minutes of Game 7, chanting "oh my god" over and over again like a prayer. The final few seconds I was still in disbelief, as the entire team rallied around "The Flower" throwing all their equipment in the air like a Canadian high school graduation. I was so overwhelmed with 8 months of invested time and love into this team, and seeing it pay off for them, and me what too much to handle.All summer I watched any available replay of that game, with the same teary eyed result. What an incredible game.

2.

1991 was the year I hitched my interests to the Penguins from the first Cup and from there on out I invested my precious childhood into following the team. For whatever reason, there was a parental protest against hockey so it wasn't banned like wrestling was, but it was frowned upon. This was the first Cup I saw live on TV. I remember not making a big deal about it thinking there were handfuls more to come afterwards. I was hockey arrogant in my first year watching, little did I know it would be 17 years later before I would see it again.

3.

Everyone knew this was Mario's last season. He WAS Pittsburgh hockey, bottom line. I don't know of anyone who didn't watch that game. What was memorable was the entire school watching it on the classroom televisions. Everything stopped. Teachers, students, administrators, not only allowed it but reveled in it. This city loved Lemieux, hockey, and when he scored on the replay that afternoon we all cheered in unison. Every classroom, every person, the entire building one organic entity of joy all at once.

4.

This was Lemieux first game back. The level of anticipation, and fan fare was INSANE. Every word on people's lips was Lemieux. Everything from local businesses, to busses, to buildings all heralded the return of our hero. It was magical. I remember being at a Christmas party for Edgewood country club, and no one cared about food, drinks, or anything else but to see 66's skates hit the Igloo ice again. The game was halfway over, and my liquor and viconen cocktails were stealing my cognative abilities. When he scored, it was another magic bonding moment. The entire city celebrated like a war ended.

5.

This game was more awesome than others because it was one of the first games I ever went to. Mario scored 5 goals that night, and Leroux and Twist were eyeballing each other all night. Twist was arguably the heavyweight champ that year racking up 14 fights that year. The game was getting out of hand with Mario taking over since the opening puck drop. The game got lopsided, and as most games like that tend to get unhinged. Leroux was my favorite Penguin, he was 6'8" of destruction, and when he kicked the shit out of Twist, there was so much bedlam in my section it was great. Cascades of obscenities, high fives, and insults erupted all around me. It only cemented my love for hockey even further into my heart.

6.

In 2007, it was the cool hockey "journalist" thing to scare the shit out of Pens fans, by making up facts supporting the Penguins moved to Kansas City. Lemieux was asking for cash for a new barn, and the city said no. Mario was not in the mood to hear no, and actually went as far as guided tours in Kansas City's hockey arena. It gave all fans such anxiety, and stress. KansasCityPenguins.com even sprung up. No one knew what was going on, it was horrible. When everything got fixed, and paid for it went quick. There were dozens of reports online claiming everything from the Pens moving to everything was going to be OK. It wasn't until a nothing game against the Sabres in March to put all rumors to rest. It was 18 thousand people live on TV breathing a sigh of relief.

7.

This was incredible because I was there. Through all the corporate sugar coating of the Winter Classic the simple fact of 70,000 people watching hockey outside on New Year's Day. The whole day was magical. The snow fell like a Kincaid painting, and the game went into overtime like a Disney movie. The was only fitting the golden god of Pittsburgh hockey banked the winning goal. The jubilation from the section I was sitting in was incredible filled with hugs, and cold high fives.

8.

In an age before twitter, where you knew news 20 seconds after it happens, this story somehow slipped through the cracks and took me by surprise. It may have been the lack of cable and the excess of alcohol and drugs I enjoyed around that time in my life, but Mario coming back was a shocking surprise to me. I was bar-tending at Edgewood Country Club and some old dude urgently shuffled in front of the TV and turned on the local news. I heard from the valet guy that Mario was coming back. It brought the whole place into a frenzy. It looked like one of those 80's movies where people huddle around a public TV to hear that the Ghostbusters had a ghost problem. The news made everyone lose their minds, and the celebratory drinks made me weekend money during a Tuesday morning shift.

9.

There was no amount of hype that could justify the impact Sidney Crosby would have on the future of Pittsburgh hockey. Notating the impact he actually had could fill another blog post totally. Sidney Crosby was lauded as the savoir of hockey, and Pittsburgh was getting him. When I watched him get drafted, I looked on with confused optimism.

10.

This was the spark that started it all:

(from favorite penguins pugilists post):
"Ever since the 1991 Stanley Cup victory I fell in love with the Pittsburgh Penguins. I remember the exact night like a bad beginning to a romance novel.

My grandparents on my mom's side took me to see the Pirates for my birthday. I was still amped with my new Orioles hat (which I still have) and I was completely unaware of the Penguins, hockey, or even the fact that we were in the Finals. Our parents always thought ALL sports were stupid; therefor banned from the house.

We were stick in traffic leaving the Pirate game due to the Penguins game letting out the same time, people were so happy. It wasn't the type of manic rioting you see in Montreal, but genuine happiness. My grandpa rolled down the windows in the car, and let in the noxious monoxide filled night air, and honked victoriously. I asked what happened, and he replied "Our boys did it."

I asked genuinely, "Did what?"

My Grandpa smiled at me like only he could with compassion, and said"We won Stanley's Cup!"

I replied like a true 11 year old, "Does that mean we are the best?"

My Grandpa laughed and told me,"Yes, it does."

I felt so much pride, and a sense of communal joy that night I was a fan ever since. From that day on I have followed almost every single game from then on."